Page 128 of Ignite

His gaze zeroes in on my pussy. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a ragged breath.

“Be a good boy and clean me up so I don’t make a mess on your seats.”

He drags me closer and drops to his knees.

“This pussy is mine. No one else ever gets to see it, touch it, taste it, or fuck it again. Understood?”

I swallow, instinctively trying to close my legs, but he only pushes them wider.

“If my face is between your legs, no one can see your sweet pussy. Only me. I’ll do as you demand, darlin’. Then you’re my good little slut tonight.”

As soon as his tongue connects with my clit, my legs quiver.

“Let me hear you. No need to hold back now.”

Holy shit.

I’m getting eaten out on the hood of a Bugatti in a parking lot.

I’ve officially lost my mind.

And I don’t care about anything except what Conan’s tongue is doing to me.

“More, Conan,” I beg.

He answers with the addition of his fingers, fucking me deep.

It doesn’t take long for my climax to build, the pressure unbearable.

When he curls his fingers just right, my hips buck, but he holds me still.

“C-Con, I’m close.”

My soft moans become frantic, my breathing scattered.

I can feel it rising in me, pulsing through every limb.

Running my fingers through his hair, I hold him in place and ride his face.

His groans against my pussy only drive me closer.

“Oh my god.”

I throw my head back and scream his name as a warm gush escapes from me.

“What the?—”

I look down, panting, blood whooshing in my ears. Conan is still licking up every drop of my mess.

As our eyes lock, my heart stutters. I’ve soaked him.

He grins as he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Baby, you just squirted all over my Bugatti.”

He adjusts his crotch as I close my legs.

“I—I did?” I croak.

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